What's it like when it storms in New York?
Michigan gets great storms. Violent, passionate, terrifying things that whip the trees around you. It's taken me three tries to post the entry, because the electricity will go out for a second or two, and my notebook's battery will be just fine, but my net connection vanishes. Just a minute ago, the rain driving against the glass turned into the continual percussion of hail. When this happens at sunset, the sky fades from a muted orange to a brilliant green, before all falls into shadow.
I've always loved storms, and short of El Paso, I've found that Michigan does them best. I wonder if the New York variety will be any better.